Saturday, December 03, 2005
make me feel like it’s December already..
My most recent days have had a lot of December in them. I may not write about it, but I certainly belong to the non-religious bunch who are nonetheless happy happy happy to:
a. listen to Christmas music;
b. put up the most splendid tree ever for the holidays;
c. cook, bake and otherwise think and work around seasonal foods. (In fact, I always gain at least five pounds in December. It is quite unfortunate that this follows the couple pound gain on Thanksgiving, but what are you gonna do…)
Okay. Holiday spirit. Here’s mine so far:
1. I was nice today to two friends. Over and beyond. C’mon! That counts!
2. Yesterday I bought a tree. I was told to get the biggest one sold. I bought the biggest one sold.
the challenge: to find anything in the heap of trees, for sale at the UW Forestry Club's annual tree sale
3. Dark chocolate, covering gingerbread. Yeah. That’s always on the list. I oblige.
suns, moons, stars
4. It helped that it snowed to high heaven today. I'm tickled to be walking, driving, skiing and otherwise moving in snow. I am. Today I walked. And within two blocks of my loft, I came across the risk-takers – those who believe in thick rather than thin ice. These dudes:
barely thick enough ice, during a winter storm
It’s a good thing that I am leaving the country next week. Otherwise I would be likely to post sappy little numbers here all month long. December is all about gloom and sap. Huge amounts of the latter, but always held in check by the former.
a. listen to Christmas music;
b. put up the most splendid tree ever for the holidays;
c. cook, bake and otherwise think and work around seasonal foods. (In fact, I always gain at least five pounds in December. It is quite unfortunate that this follows the couple pound gain on Thanksgiving, but what are you gonna do…)
Okay. Holiday spirit. Here’s mine so far:
1. I was nice today to two friends. Over and beyond. C’mon! That counts!
2. Yesterday I bought a tree. I was told to get the biggest one sold. I bought the biggest one sold.
the challenge: to find anything in the heap of trees, for sale at the UW Forestry Club's annual tree sale
3. Dark chocolate, covering gingerbread. Yeah. That’s always on the list. I oblige.
suns, moons, stars
4. It helped that it snowed to high heaven today. I'm tickled to be walking, driving, skiing and otherwise moving in snow. I am. Today I walked. And within two blocks of my loft, I came across the risk-takers – those who believe in thick rather than thin ice. These dudes:
barely thick enough ice, during a winter storm
It’s a good thing that I am leaving the country next week. Otherwise I would be likely to post sappy little numbers here all month long. December is all about gloom and sap. Huge amounts of the latter, but always held in check by the former.
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I applaud whoever told you to get the biggest tree sold. What's the fun of living in a superlofty loft if you can't bring extremely tall things into it now and then.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jeremy. Now the question is, of course, do you have enough ornaments to properly decorate it?
ReplyDeleteChocolate-covered gingerbread? Why did I never think of it before? I have way too much cooking to do already, and I'll have to add these to the list...
I loved this line: December is all about gloom and sap. Yes, it's true. But it's so much better than February, when there is precious little respite from the gloom. (That little respite being the knowledge that Feb is the shortest month.)
jeremy: my lofty visions seem to have risen to the occasion this year.
ReplyDeletejoan: oh, plenty of ornaments! Each year we add a handful of new favorites and we never subtract.
But now that we've found cheer in December and even, at a stretch, in February, explain to me how I am supposed to handle January?
Pictures of said biggest tree sold decorated, please!
ReplyDeleteTo me, December is about anything but gloom. December is the Friday night of the year.
ReplyDeleteThe candle-lit tree reminds me about the time I went with a friend to get a Christmas tree in the middle of the night in Anchorage, AK. I was visiting her there--she was something of a free spirit. We drove out of town a little bit, pulled off the road, sawed down a tree, hauled it back to the car, and got locked out by the big puppies, who happy to see us, jumped up and down against the doors and (presumably) inadvertantly locked us out.
ReplyDeleteWe ended up breaking a window to get back in the car and driving home freezing with the window broken open. She decorated the tree with candles. It was very beautiful but not something I'd do in my own home.
me, ang and chuck: you make me think that leaving town to avoid the emotional swings of December was not such a good game plan. Suddenly what you write about triggers tons... I'll weave it in somehow from France. I'm certain of it.
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